Saturday 24th. This is a very rainly morning. The roads are very bad, but no time to be lost. Fearful of being caught in a snowstorm. Started early, cleared up a little about noon, got down Laurel Hill about dark. This is the roughest and steepest hill on the road. Got down all safe by cutting and chaining a tree behind the wagon 100 ft. long. Camped at the foot of this hill and tied our stock up without anything, except a little grass we carried along with us.